poetry Our Poem: S t a r t 2 May 2019 how does this pencil scrape against some soft pageoozing empty veins, left drainedseek lost mistake sworn rigid lines madeseeping swimmingly by margin's facehidden no more, retched ink starves drinking dry…
poetry A Joke 28 Feb 2019 Imagine a Jesters screamScarring out the innocent little jokes we madeNo one hears a little whisper We've abandoned your logic and pain
The Nameless Collective 